You have it hanging right there, right between your scrawny. brittle little collarbones. All I d have to do is snake my hand out fast, so fast it would be a hummingbird blur, grab that thing off your neck, snap the cord against your spine, leave a rope burn on your greasy, smelly, godforsaken flesh…but you’re fast, too, old lady, thanks to that amulet. As soon as it feels the heat from my hand you’d be changed into something fast. Faster than that poor cat…you…were with. And you’ve always been quick to move, even in your human state. You always used to surprise me when I was little, reaching out and grabbing me before I had a chance to think or react, grabbing me and pinching my flesh in a big twist of pulled skin…and always under my clothes, so Ma couldn’t see. What did you think you were
